"This distinguished Divine Guard, what brings you to visit us?"
Wei Shuang naturally recognized the Divine Guard uniform worn by Mo Xingyun.
He took a few quick steps forward and courteously cupped his hands in respect.
What is a King-level Fighter?
It is a fighter capable of annihilating a King Beast.
How terrifying is that?
The entire Southern Base has no more than ten King-level Fighters.
Behind each King-level Fighter stands an immensely formidable figure.
Or rather, someone who has rendered great service to the nation in the war against Demon Beasts.
Regardless of which, such individuals are highly respected.
After all, how many Demon Beasts must one slay to achieve such feats in the wars?
Could their strength not be terrifying?
Therefore, Wei Shuang dared not be negligent.
Yet, what puzzled Wei Shuang was:
Mo Xingyun gave off the impression of a Martial Arts Realm of merely an Advanced War Master.
